wyntertor:
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Although it is a fearsome sight to see a king execute his knight, a rank that she is considered among. She tries to steady herself, she knows the cards that Ser Bedivere can play. That she is Arthur’s trusted spymaster, that Tor is of their inner council and can’t afford to lose her position because she loses face. If there was ever a knight who could be Wynter’s downfall was another human, a bard who knew how to act and forgot how not too. This was King Arthur, a man that was her job to lay her life down for. It was what they had all been ceremoniously invited into, it was a life of honor and one where she would die to serve the throne.
She had seen many men die, on the battlefield and in the depths of war but it never got easier, even when she prayed to receive a harder stomach for it, a heart that could shoulder the losses easier, it didn’t matter that she was workstrong and steadfast. Each set of hollow eyes that stared upwards haunted her mind when she closed her eyes at night, and now the eyes of Ser Brunor were amplified in her head, a specter that had followed her from the throne room and didn’t seem to find rest. A gnawing creeping fear that the unrest within the kingdom could spell all their ends. It was Wynter’s choice to decide what she would die for and she had taken a deep vow to King Arthur, to be his knight at the round table.
She drops the cloth that displays the Pendragon crest on her chest and nods, straightens her shoulders and lifts her head high. Resembling the nobility blood that was within her veins, even as it was murky. “You’re right. We have to always trust in the throne. It is hard to lose one who sat among us at the table but it is more important to serve Arthur.” A small smile flickers upon her face and she is never one to let something go. “A cult? What do you speak of?”
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Serafina relaxed a bit as Wynter seemed to calm. Even so, she kept her guard up, wondering just how much of her words Wynter actually meant. As someone who was always acting, who didn't know how to do otherwise, she frequently found herself suspecting others of doing the same. It was a difficult way to live; of course, Serafina didn't know anything else.
But she wouldn't let that suspicion show. Instead, she let her hand shift down to Wynter's arm. "There you are," she expression warming. "I know, it was quite a shock. I don't think anyone anticipated such a scene. But you cannot let that shock take over your senses. The king acted with a clear mind and a fair heart." Clear mind. That was one lie difficult even for the most skilled of liars to pull off smoothly.
She glanced over her shoulder, as if to make sure that no one was listening. This was one rumor, though, that she wouldn't mind spreading. If only to help more people understand why Arthur had acted the way he had. "Now, I don’t want word of this getting out, but I received word not long ago that Ser Brunor had fallen in with a very dangerous group of druids that don't follow Merlin. I believe that they pose a real threat to King Arthur's life. So...perhaps he really was conspiring to poison the king. And even if he wasn't tonight, I think he would have soon."









